Damon’s POV
“She’s nothing but a maid to us, and I don’t think I’ve ever implied something otherwise. Robert was being discourteous and that was all there was to it, Sire.”
In the quiet dining hall, the weight of my words felt heavy and burdensome, like a pain in my chest. Strangely, what I said contradicted how I truly felt. I had never been one for much conversation but whenever I spoke, I knew it was from the heart. Now, speaking felt like I had committed a mortal a
sin as I said the opposite of my genuine emotions. And the look in Zora’s eyes had been enough. She was not the one I had spoken to but it was clear that she had believed me. After all, I had done nothing but treat her badly.
In this conflicting moment, a realization hit me: she had quietly made her way into my heart.
